Three years old, the age of ignorance.

Ordinary children may be at an age when they are babbling and exploring a world that is alien to them, where everything around them is new, and they only need to cry and laugh every day.

Memory is the most precious thing for everyone, maybe it is something you don't want to remember, but every time in a dream you can always revisit what you were about to forget, nothing but because it records your growth, whether happy or painful.

"Who are you?"

This is the first time that a little girl meets a little boy.

Pink carving? The little boy may not know what this word means, and perhaps there is no girl here who can be called a pink carving.

The girl squatted alone in the corner, with her head buried between her legs, and the little boy didn't think the little girl was anything special.

It's just that the two little black braids on the little girl's head are different from the others, and the little boy squatted beside the little girl, curiously observing.

The little girl heard someone talking beside her and looked at the boy with tears in her confused eyes.

Tears were dripping, hanging in the corners of her eyes, the little girl did not speak, her body had reached the corner of the wall, but she was still squeezing in, and she seemed to be a little afraid.

"Why are you crying, we don't cry here, the instructor will scold, laugh."

The little boy squatted in front of the girl, grimacing and trying to make the little girl smile, and the little boy looked at the little girl's eyes seriously, blue and brown eyes, different from their black eyes.

The little boy who first knows the world may not remember the little girl's face in the future, but those eyes are deeply imprinted in the little boy's heart.

"Tenth, what are you doing there, have you trained your physique, little bastard, get over here and practice."

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from a distance, and the little boy shuddered, turned and stood up, and took out a yellow puppet from his pocket.

"Give it to you, don't cry, or you will be bullied by others in the future." The little boy shoved the puppet into the little girl's hand, turned and ran off into the distance.

From the end to the end, the little girl didn't say a word, her teary eyes seemed to be bullied, and the yellow puppet in her hand still carried the body temperature of a little boy, warm, just like a little boy's smile.

The little girl looked in the direction the little boy was running, and the tears in her blue and brown eyes faded away.

The first meeting between a little girl and a little boy, both parties do not know each other's names, they may not even know the difference between men and women, but the little girl remembers the little boy's smile, and the little boy remembers the little girl's striking eyes.

Five years old.

The little boy and the little girl were physically stronger than before, and the little girl was taller than the little boy.

Two years have passed, and the little girl has forgotten the little boy, but the yellow puppet in the little girl's pocket is still there, and every time the little girl is sad, she will take it out and look at it, and the smile in her memory is still there.

The little boy was much older than before, but he looked much smaller than the others around him, the little boy was in the front, his face was dark, but the smile on his mouth had not changed.

"There are other groups coming over today, don't embarrass me." The instructor, who has not changed much, has left a deep impression on the hearts of all the boys here.

The little boy still remembers that when he went to bed at night, the person next to him was still begging the instructor for mercy.

A few moments later, a long-haired instructor walked in from outside, followed by children of their age.

On this day, the little boy realized that people in this world were divided into men and women.

The little girl has looked different from before, but the little boy with the different eyes recognized it at a glance in the crowd, and instead of the naughty two braids on her head when she first saw the little girl, she tied it into a ponytail, which just hung down over her shoulders.

Today, the instructor said in advance that it is a competition with other pairs, and the instructor has just said that he is not allowed to lose face, that is, he is not allowed to lose.

Maybe it's destiny, or maybe the boy and the girl have been connected before.

The boy was afraid of the people he met, but he met him on the competition platform, his eyes were unprecedentedly serious, and the girl who had just met was like a dragon attacking, and the boy was caught off guard.

The boy recognized the girl, but the girl did not recognize the boy, and as expected, the boy lost, and the nose was knocked down by the girl, and when the two parties left, the boy habitually smiled at the girl, and at this moment the girl felt that the smile was somewhat familiar.

This time the girl still didn't know the boy's name, but the boy knew that the girl was the same as him, the number ten.

At the age of ten, in the same place, or in the same position, the boy met the girl again.

The girl held the puppet that the boy had given him, and she had forgotten the smile that had comforted her countless times, but the idol had always stayed by her side.

The girl squatted in the corner of the wall and sobbed in a low voice, her hair had fallen to her waist, her legs curled up, her tearful eyes looked at the yellow and white puppet, tears kept sliding from the corners of her eyes, and her cyan hand held the puppet tightly, holding the sustenance in her heart from childhood to adulthood.

"Yo, No. 10, you're here again, you're crying again, I'm so sad, my face is not good-looking, I'll feel distressed when I go back to the instructor."

Several girls, who were a few years older than the girl, stood beside the girl and gloated at the crying girl, as if the girl's crying could bring them joy.

"No. 10, don't cry, okay, I'm still waiting for you to train me, I'm crying, I won't let you train, hahaha." The girl laughed as she spoke, as if to release her resentment.

"Wasn't it very majestic just now, why are you crying here now, don't think that if you are loved by the instructor, you can be lawless, don't forget that the instructor has a time when he is no more."

The last girl stepped forward, grabbed Ten's waterfall hair, and tore it up, she couldn't forget that she had been running around the training ground all afternoon a few months ago because of Ten.

No one could have imagined how a girl who was only a teenager could accumulate such a heavy resentment in her heart, and what they had gone through to hate a girl so much.

The little girl's different-colored eyes kept trembling, looking at the three girls in front of her, tears flowed, but she didn't resist, in fact, if the little girl resisted desperately, the other three girls might not be her opponents.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from behind the three little girls, "Let her go." ”

The little boy comes here almost once or twice a year, and the last time he saw the little girl, the heterochromatic eyes seemed to take root in his heart, and he wanted to see if he could meet the little girl here.

The boy rushed over and pulled the three girls away and saw the little girl with tears on her face.

The boy protected the girl behind him and stared at the three girls in front of him like an angry male tiger.

"Huh." The girl at the front, half a head taller than the boy, said, "I'm so scared." ”

As she spoke, the girl broke open the little brother in front of her with one hand.

"If you want to protect others, you have to exercise well, and you must at least grow taller than others."

Instead of imagining that the boy was pushed away by the girl, the boy hugged the girl's arm and didn't let her bully the person behind her.

"I'm still grumbling." The girl vigorously threw the boy aside.

Before the fall, the boy was still talking that he was not allowed to bully the girl, and when the boy opened his eyes again, a pair of shoes that were different from theirs came into view.

"What are you doing?" The boy who is younger than them, but the blue letters on the boy's chest are very eye-catching.

"Young Master." The boy got up from the ground and was half-kneeling on the ground, and the three women who had just been arrogant and domineering were also half-kneeling on the ground.

"I didn't ...... I didn't do anything, I just played with them. The biggest girl said with a shudder.

"Really?" This time it was not the boy who spoke, but the instructor behind the boy, "You three, go back and tell your instructor about today's events, and you two, is there anyone in our training camp who is more nesty than you?" ”

The blackface instructor's voice wasn't loud, but the anger in it was felt by everyone.

"I want the two of them to go back with me and play with Fan'er." The boy pointed to man and woman ten.

Today was the first time that Captain Ten had not trained in the evening, and he was sent to another place, and with him was another Ten.

"You're here too?" The boy asked the girl in surprise, but the girl was still tearful and did not speak.

Neither of them had ever been out of training camp since they were children, they had never seen such a big door, and they had never seen a statue bigger than him and the girl combined.

"You're here." Suddenly, the door opened, and a boy younger than them stepped out of it.

The boy watched the two from the steps of the gate.

"My name is Qingfan, what's your name?" The boy asked the two.

"Number Ten." The boy heard the girl's voice for the first time and stole a glance at the girl.

"Number 10?!" Young Qingfan seemed to know something, looking at the two of them, shaking his head, as if he was thinking about something.

"You will follow me in the future, you can't all call the tenth, or I won't be invited."

"You." Young Qingfan pointed to the boy and said, "You will be called Qinglian in the future." ”

"You." Then he pointed to the girl and said, "Your name is Qingyi." ”

On this day, they had names, and since birth, he and she have no names, only the number ten who grew up with them.

Qinglian, Qingyi. Their fates are entangled from today, and no one knows what will happen in the future, but at least today they have a name.

After Qinglian left Ye Bai's side, she came to Qingyi's room with a basin of water.

"Did Qingyi sleep?"

"Nope." Voices came out of it.

"Wash your feet." This is what he does every time he and Qingyi come back from outside, and the faded puppet is still in Qingyi's underwear pocket.

Qinglian put Qingyi's feet into the basin of water.

"Qingyi, do you remember when you were thirteen?"

"What's wrong?"

"It's in that cave."

Suddenly, Qingyi's foot was pulled out of the water basin and kicked Qinglian with water, and Qingyi herself inexplicably turned into a big red face.

"Didn't I tell you that I wasn't allowed to mention this?" Qingyi said shyly, as if that incident embarrassed her.

What happened when she was thirteen years old, Qinglian didn't say, and Qingyi wouldn't say it, only the two of them knew the embarrassing little secret.

Qinglian walked out of Qingyi's room with a smile, and Qingyi gradually laughed when she saw Qinglian's smile.